YOUNG CASH - Po Hoes lyrics

rate me

You looking at a real nigga, hoe, salute me

Louis belt but every day’s the Gucci

She like my swag, we was shopping soon as she met me

Alexander McQueen, Louboutin, just set it

Bad bitches on deck, check my resume

They on check, flew two foreign hoes yesterday

Fuck them hoes tonight then send ‘em back ‘fore they never stay

They pop molly, smoke, drink and fuck then they on their merry way

They mad but we kiss and make up like Marry K

I’m going down like Marry J

Blast, my nigga, open up your eyes

When you see me with a bad bitch and she yours, don’t be surprised

Cut that nigga, y’all know what it is

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

All I’m fucking with is who’s fucking me

My dick is as good as your pussy so none of us should be fucking free

I don’t fuck with them po hoes, I ride around in them lo-los

My third is dirty, you be washing tens, book a T

Yeah, I do this shit like every day

I’m throwing that money and them bitches do the way

You in the strip club tryina count your shit and save

I give it away, give it away, give it away

Something I say to them po hoes in that mansion with no clothes

I don’t fuck with them no-shows like DC I can go, go

Wait, the only thing it’s been bothering me so far

Is all these strippers in the world ain’t got no motherfucking car

Bitch, get your shit together, damn

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

Running in po hoes is a no go

But I’m going hands so no pro-pro

Like a pirate with a bottle of rum and your hoe with a lo-lo

Mean squad is my logo and my money taught me y’all straw do

Your chick jack ‘cause when I drop I ball like ‘em, some raw, though

All clear eyes, all day drum, buy sex like a dida

Seem all she want is my money so I blow it like a reefer

G’s like a camera, room full of lavender and bad women and mad Benjamins on my calendar

Like oh damn, she about to go hands on another whole gram

Now she turnt up, money burnt up, showing off, no one can fuck with my fam

Y’all slacking dog, y’all acting hard, take a bottle to the drummer, don’t pass it off

I’m balling all and don’t pass Ciroc, Patrone, I’m loaded and Maserati

Yeah, bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

All I fuck with is bad bitches

All I fuck with is bad bitches

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes

I don’t fuck with them po hoes